A Place For Old Cows Comments

the end of the poem gave me an audible laugh. i mean i, Bri, did laugh, NOT the poem. i believe you are putting out such poetry for fun, somewhat, but i will agree that some PH poems are not my cup of tea, even as other readers seem to adore them. it does baffle me sometimes how differently people react to reading the same thing. were you trying to flirt with Judith? did you do as she suggested in her comment? ? ? of the poems i've read, i thought Judith's were superb............or at least quite fine. ;) i think you are purposely throwing in a few rhymes for us who like rhyming in poems. i take a poem, rhymes or not, if it is well-written and especially if i ALSO understand it. a few get by on the way they SOUND, though i don't understand them at all! i've had a big complaint about you from a PH member. perhaps he is too touchy. no! not THAT way.....that i know of! let me look at another. this one to MyPoemList, for kicks, if not for its 'attitude', which i hope is meant to be more playful than sinister. it is, in MY opinion, also well-written. bri :) p.s. A place where you flatter One another with Insincere comments.............i like these lines, BUT......i really think some of the comments i read which seem so unbelievable............. (about poems i don't care for/dislike even!) ................ ARE sincere. it is a matter of different perceptions sometimes. but i also don't doubt that some readers have been 'taught' to say something good OR say nothing at all [to paraphrase an old saying from my childhood].

To Caroline - Poem by George Gordon Byron Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay; And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs, Which said far more than words can say? Though keen the grief thy tears exprest, When love and hope lay both o'erthrown; Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as thine own. But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd, When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine; The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine. Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek, Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame, And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak, In sighs alone it breath'd my name. And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, In vain our fate in sighs deplore; Remembrance only can remain, But that, will make us weep the more. Again, thou best belov'd, adieu! Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret, Nor let thy mind past joys review, Our only hope is, to forget! George Gordon Byron

It's outrangeous! ! such a waste of words! ! such a waste of time to read such a meaningless text! ! you should have gone for walk instead...! !

All of us here in search of a real life. Pull up a chair and relax.

In response to thy private message: My lord; We are apprehensively awaiting to read and be awed by thy never published poetic skills. Art thou planning to bless the rest of the world with thine astonishing verses, yet? We, modest herds of bulls and cows, are begging thee to seize being so timid, and march triumphantly towards the never reached litterature peaks thou art destined to conquer. I wish thee good luck in thine endeavors.

I'm an exception - I am young! But I adore old cows and bulls! just ADORE them!

I've sent you a message about this poem, Tomas.